All Gave Some - Some Gave All

In remembrance to those who gave their life for their country, so that we would remain free.

Thank you.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row,

   That mark our place; and in the sky

   The larks, still bravely singing, fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below. 

We are the Dead. 

 Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

   Loved and were loved, and now we lie,

In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
   The torch; be yours to hold it high.
   If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

In Flanders fields.

-- John McCrae 1872-1918